Rhonda Hero Aka Hero-Wilson Poet Free verse

* She Got the Call

Another mother sitting alone in an
empty room which was once filled
with life of a small boy who use to,
lay tucked tightly under his covers.

While his mother would silently kiss
his fore head, said a silent prayer.
asking God to keep him safe, while
he slept and to watch over him always.

The mother holding a torn tattered
brown worn out teddy bear which
once belong to the small boy who
was her son, who had gone ahead.

She got the call tonight that her son
had been killed on the battlefield.
He died fighting for his Great Nation
so that we all would be FREE!


Dedicated to all: 'Our Service Men and Women Who Have Fight For The USA!'

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Rebecca Pasco June 8, 2009 at 7:17 PM MY BROTHER IS IN AFGHANISTAN NOW.iN A HOLE.WHEN HE CALLS YOU CAN HEAR BOMBS AND GUNS.VERY FRIGHTENING.BUT I HIOPE TO JOIN OUR TROOPS SOON.ARMY STRONG!

Sajdah Al-Riyami June 8, 2009 at 7:51 AM I feel so much sympathy,and i have to Agree with Reed.Here in the middle east,people died from so much of these wars,that when we get that phone call:Its just like any other day

Jack Reed May 25, 2009 at 9:44 PM this is a hard poem to swollow.. their is many poets here that lost their kids on the battle feild .. in the middle east.. I like your style of writing... and you have talent.... nice write.. your friend in poetry JackReed3...